Procrastinating

 
What is it about a load of free time that hinders your desires?

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-vTaktsUSw&ob=av2e

Time is mine to do what I want and I find myself avoiding doing the activity I long to have the most time for hands down all week long; writing...well honestly it is tied with sex but playing with Vitamin C again and he promised to take care of that as the mood arises, so those needs are being satisfied and that leaves writing.

Procrastinating, procrastination, procrastinate procrastinator....yep that's me. Right frigging now.

Stalling with the internet, dinner, bathing and drinking... painted my toes, smoked, trimmed my split ends, got up to dance. Made myself sit my ass down and write a blog, with the hopes of focusing. I started a new book; the idea has been rolling around in my head for awhile. Fauntleroy, a curador and a boxer with a fabulous house overlooking the Puget Sound. Got the basics down and then was ready to finish the first book set in Roslyn. Worked on that all week, in those rare moments of time when you are working a forty hour week in four days. But then the benefits of ten hour days, brings a three day weekend and the time and freedom descend upon me, to be overcome by procrastination.

'Carry out' fills the gloaming with it's beats and I hop up to dance.

No longer procrastinating, just distracted.

Perhaps it is the thoughts of night sex on the back porch. A dark hot summer night, two people in the lap of a padded deckchair. Distracting me further; with thoughts of skin touched softly by a tanned hand and a warm breeze tickling your shoulders, hair brushing an exposed back. A thrust that makes your neck go limp.

I'm in the mood to write.

Right after I smoke.

It's been awhile

I have been traveling for the last three weekends; visiting with family and attending functions, while it has provided me with stories and intriguing snippets, I have been remiss in blog writing.

So what to write...what to say?

Miss O is hanging with me right now. We are hanging in the basement bedroom together listening to the sounds of others while I write and she plays. Aunt Shanie is being bossy and tough not wanting each change of venue; in the toy of the moment to be left out or left to be picked up by someone else... or worst case scenario stepped on. She was frankly told if she did not play by my rules they would be removed to the garbage bin. At four she believes me, because I tossed them when she was three.

Last night we watched her dance schools production of Cinderella; Miss O and her class played the part of Summer Butterflies. The costumes were beautiful changing in every scene for the different classes and parts. Cinderella; instead of a glass slipper left behind a ballet shoe that was covered in rhinestones. The first act was long and filled with the smaller kids, who provided comical relief with their antics. Miss O was dead serious about standing on her mark and at times appeared to be on her own while the classmates hovered closer to their instructor. It took three women to manage little baby sister during the whole production.

Today we are taking the train into the city. I have had a rare Thursday and Friday off and enjoying the pleasure of my morning tea and nieces while trying to keep my feet warm writing. Taking a long weekend to come over and see Miss O's recital. She is thrilled to be the center of attention. Sometimes it is quite hard to compete with a new baby and she does it with the style and grace of a ballerina.